Talae delivered a kick to her latest opponent, sending her off the side of the battlements, until an inhuman shriek rent the air above her. Snapping her head upwards, she caught sight of three dragons. Black... no. It can't be. And indeed they were not. Still, they were dragons, and she had joined the Legion of Ashes for the sole purpose of destroying them. One in particular, she did not delude herself into thinking that she was capable of that specific feat.
One of them landed just behind her, apparently prompted by Kisikoni's rather unexpected shout, and she shrugged, running another guardsman through to clear the area she was in before doubling back to help her partner and Beelzes. "Don't tell me you were going to start the party without me?" she asked flatly, though by now both of them would recognize such a pronouncement as a joke. Or at least as close to a joke as Talae got. She swung for the dragon's flank, but much to her surprise, her sword ricocheted off the ebon scales with arm-jarring force, and she gritted her teeth. She hadn't even made the damn thing bleed!
This was going to require some more subtle strategy. Maybe, if she could get the thing to open its mouth, she could toss in a flask of poison? Was that a good idea, or were dragons immune to such effects? She'd brewed some extremely potent toxins in preparation for this, and one in particular had enough venomous properties to take out an orc in less than a few drops, but... these things were pretty big, and she had no knowledge of dragonian immune systems. It wasn't like anyone had had the opportunity to study these kinds of things in detail after all.
Well, most armored creatures were softer on the underside, so that meant making it expose its belly somehow. Or getting it to open its maw, because the inside of the mouth and throat, poison-sensitive or not, was likely to be unarmored and thus susceptible to stabbing. Of course, dragons could understand and speak both, so simply telling this to the other two was highly pointless, though if Kisikoni had been with the Legion for ten years and Beelzes was even half as smart as Fae said she was, Talae figured she was the last one to figure this out and not the first.
Alistair had just finished spearing the chain-wielding Lamia when the Hatchlings appeared. He'd been at this business long enough to know that three was quite a few... but even so, there was little point in dwelling on that. He got distracted when a harpy guardsman dove at him from the sky, having used the dragons' approach as cover to do the same, and in the time it took Alistair to disarm and kill the girl, one of the Hatchlings had decided that he made a nice target.
In the air, perhaps he would have been able to dodge, but as he was still on the tower, his options were limited... at least until a crossbow bolt hit the thing in the eye. "Nice shot, Captain!" he called, knowing well who was responsible. Cover fire, indeed. The Hatchling exposed its neck, And Alistair thought fast, stabbing at the base of it with his trident, fully intending to catch the flesh and rip upwards with the wicked tines atop the metal pole. No mercy for dragons. Not after what he'd seen on the Day of Ashes.